the Father had his heart brokeninto a million piecesthe where, why and howunknownunnecessary, irrelevant so when he asked the Motherto borrow hersshe put it on a platterand covered it with a dark red scarfsilky and smooth the colour of blood, her heartto protect it from wandering eyesand delivered it by handas the Father strolled away … Continue reading the heart collector
Author: Sehar
I am none. I am all.
dear food
people tell me i ignore you restrict your presence in my lifehave put up walls made of tungstenor was ittungsten carbide,go to all that troublejust to berate you if you get too closethey say, your presence in my lifeis measuredand calculatedwith a beginning and an end they wonder, is it because you will hurt me … Continue reading dear food
my multiple selves
i wake up every day my eyes glued together my bones bareit is hard to shake out of sleepand jump out of bedwhen my bones and i keep bumping into each otherit is agony i am cold because of them they are bare because of mei refuse to take my multiple selves to bedi need … Continue reading my multiple selves
phd before a child
this morning, when i woke uptime had turned backthe year now 2019time: 8 amno alarm clocksa night of fitful sleepbecause i did not spend itplacating a crying child that nightmares are not realremoving his elbows that dig into my backthat monsters are only real if i say soor the cough that seems to lastan eternitybreakfast … Continue reading phd before a child
sleep
on Friday morning, i wokea different personthan the one i have been forthe last weeknot enough sleepas i woke up 5 times at leastto the sounds of coughingand piercing screamsand leg aches that needed tending tomy head full of raw riceand plasterand oil left too long slowing my thoughtsso words felt heavyand irritation seeped from … Continue reading sleep
the friendship that never was
is coming to an endwithout a beginningwhere time stretchedwith each idea sharedladen with hope for the futurei don’t remember faces,and names are like -blue morpho butterflieshard to catchbut words are another storymy two ears like venus fly trapscatching all of them wordsholding on to themuntil they dissolvedand etched within the folds of my brainbut the … Continue reading the friendship that never was
passion
this morning i woke upmy consciousness fragmentedshaking away the dreamor was it a nightmareyou again, watching from afarwatching me burn in the hell of my own makingmy chest tightens i can’t breathbut i refuse your helpas my jaw cracksunder the weight of my own expectationsblinded by self-accoladeswho i amwho i should besometimes i am surprisedthat … Continue reading passion
bad news
a raccoon knocks on my dooram i surprised?with cyan bootsand a yellow mushroom on its headdonned like a flowera frog on its shoulderthe long tongue is uncannythrusting the news at meso rudethere is a sharp painmy eye bleedsi submit to it anger impartsleaving foul footprintsmouldy feathersthe newsis salty or are those tears that i tastean … Continue reading bad news
monotony
the walls close inminute by minuteas my hands succumb to the monotonyof daily lifescrubbing the dried oatsbrushing the crumbs offwiping the slate cleanrinsing the stained tearepeatingthe same conversationsit is called a cycle for a reasonmy friends are the pots and pansthe tea glassesthe forks and the spoonsthe wiping clothor so they thinkwe all whisper to … Continue reading monotony
my mask
keeps falling offi tie it down the perfect knotand another, just in casebut it resiststells me it is tiredof pretendingperforming in spacesyears of hard labourmy mask calls me selfishungrateful, wanting more and moreunlimited performancesso i cajole,i need you one last timestay putour salvation is nearas i walk into hellwith no fireinstead ice everywhereslippery under my … Continue reading my mask
To live or to exist 